Chapter 1: A Child Named Emily Potter

She had always been a strange girl with strange occurrences happening strangely often around her. She just never knew how abnormal she was or what normal had been for others, until she was the age of four when her legal-guardians had to begrudgingly sent her off to attend school.

"Girl" they would simply call her, and "Freak" at other times whenever something strange would happen. For the longest time, she had believed that "Girl-Freak" was her name.

It was only after the great misunderstanding that had been cleared after roll-call, did she become aware of her real name: Emily J. Potter.

And at the end of that particular day, the girl couldn't help but ask: "What does 'Freak' mean?"

The teacher wrinkled her face in pondering. It was a question out of the blue, unrelated to what she had taught that day (and being the first day, not much had been taught). So she had no clue what could have led to such a question, and carefully thought how to explain it simply to a child.

But one of the other children, still in the classroom while waiting for their parents to pick them up, was more than delighted to explain. "A freak is something that looks ugly! Really, really ugly!"

"It means weird!" another chipped in, "Grandpappy told me so!"

The next proudly claimed, "I heard it in a movie once. 'A freak, a monster!' That's what they said!"

The teacher hushed the children silent before she gave her own answer, "Emily, a freak is… something that is different from normal. Like a cat going 'woof' or a dog going 'meow'. Do you understand?"

Emily quietly nodded her head, sparing only a moment's glance toward the the spirit that nobody could see floating next to her.

A couple of minutes later, Emily's uncle and same-aged cousin finally arrived at her classroom.

Her uncle approached the teacher immediately, tone a tad commanding and blunt, "I'm here for the girl."

The teacher wasn't fond of his tone but remained polite, "And which girl would that be?"

"That one," he turned his head and pointed a finger toward the quiet-looking girl with messy black-hair and green-colored eyes hiding behind less than fitting glasses. That is to say, of course, Emily J. Potter.

The teacher looked at the small crowd of children and then back to Emily's Uncle, "Well, I won't know what girl you're talking about unless you can tell me her name, Mister…?" it seemed that she intended to play coy.

"Dursley. Vernon Dursley."

Though the teacher hadn't quite memorize all the names of her students yet, she was fairly certain that she hadn't heard of a 'Dursley' in the class, or even a child with a similar heavyset body like that of Mister Dursley and the other child standing next to him. But she kept those thoughts to herself.

"And you are looking for who, Mister Dursley?"

Vernon took a audible and visible deep breath. Even to the children, it was obvious that the man had a short temper that he was barely reigning it in.

"Now listen here, Miss…"

"Applegate."

"Ms. Applegate, I am a busy man with a busy schedule. And I won't stand around just to answer your daft questions. If there's no concern about the girl's academic or attitude, then say no more!" He called out, "Girl, we've wasted enough time here, we're leaving now!"

Emily merely replied, "Yes, Uncle Vernon."

The teacher could only purse her lips as she watched the three walk away.

Emily knew better, of course. Her uncle Vernon was not a particularly busy man at all, and mostly enjoyed the comforts of being able to work at home. "Director of Grunning Drillings, that I am!" she had often heard the man boast proudly to other people.

But it was also true that Vernon had to rearrange his personal work-schedule to make time to both drop-off and pick-up Emily and Dudley from school.

Normally such a task would have been left to the missus. But the idea that his wife would have to be seen taking the children (more specifically Emily) to and from school - near fifteen minutes a walk, two walks a day, for five days a week - well, it was a less than pleasant thought for him. Vernon and his wife Petunia preferred to spend as little time as they could interacting or associating with Emily.

And so, adjusting his schedule, Vernon had reluctantly decided to drive the children to and back from school.

Vernon in the driver's seat, Dudley in the passenger, and Emily in the back; it was a short but silent ride all the way back to 4 Privet Drive.

As soon as they entered the Dursley Home and at once when the front-door had been closed, Vernon quickly stated, "To your room, Girl." He then placed a hand on his son's shoulder, directing Dudley toward the living-room, eager to hear what his son had to say about his first day at school.

But the girl didn't move and stayed where she stood, "It's 'Emily'," she stated.

Vernon's face crinkled as he turned his head around, "What?" It was not often that the quiet girl would talk back to him or refuse to do as she was told.

The child raised her voice, "My name is 'Emily', 'Emily J. Potter'! Not 'Girl'."

"'Girl' is good enough for you!" And as soon as those words left Vernon's mouth, did a scratch appear on the walls of his home and ruining the floral wallpaper. 'EMILY J. POTTER' the scratches slowly spelled out. "You…!" was not the right answer, as two more name-scratches beginning to be etched on the walls. "FINE!" he shouted at last, and the scratches paused. Then through gritted-teeth, Vernon stated, "Now, that's enough of your funny business… Em·mi·ly J. Pot·ter!"

Emily nodded, a pleasantly small smile on her lips.

'Thank you,' she wished well in her thoughts to the unseen spirit hovering nearby.

==To Be Continued==

Author Ramblings

Newsflash: Dumb Author writes dumb story, using his experience that is primarily from Harry Potter Fanfics, and personal-reading from most of Jojo except for Part 8!

Anyways, this is mostly a Harry Potter Fic with elements from Jojo, rather than a crossover or evenly-split fusion. I like the fantastical aspects from both series, so I'll be very likely playing fast and loose with the rules of Magic and Stand.

Also, I haven't used Fanfiction in such a long time, but man is this text-editor pretty restrictive. Having to use the Horizontal Lines for page-breaks, no text-size options, and the "To Be Continued" is supposed to have an arrow imitating the Jojo Anime's closing-cuts but that's not accepted here.